And then, yery much later: Back inside. Still, a returning into moist, stale mood, feeling sweaty the very few moments after closing that door, putting down bag, getting rid of shoes and at least some clothes. Echoes of late neighbours on the stairs. TV conversations behind some of the walls. Not consciously listening, not too interested, but hard to ignore as well. Some chords in late twilight, dusty keys and even after a few moments failing to find some viable melody line. So seems this day might deserve a break, after all. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are. #outerworld #concrete city #the late hours #half awake half asleep